INTJ

I feel your pain, can you feel mine?
The tattoos of life on your skin weave deadly mines
Within my being, for I can feel every grain
Of ink jetted to form joys and pain,
But that soil is shallow and all go off too suddenly within.

No I don’t resent you, do you me?
Your invitation boomerangs through trees
And my fears are the curves that drive it back
To sever your wish to walk within my abyss, dark
Lonely, painted vividly but in shades of grey and black.

Parasitic larvae are sipping me away
And growing on the leaves of my happy days.
Though no beauty shall come of feeding your pain to this monster
My fear forces this only fodder into my shelter
Where hope died with care and nothing is better.

I feel your pain, can you feel mine?
Please do, for I can’t carry either, yours or mine.
Rainbows and flowers are just physics and biology
But pain grows to towers when I delve into your psychology
A little too easily: homicide from unbridled empathy.